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Mel's Procrastination Palace
Wednesday, June 29, 2005 Hatchets, swords and cuticle scissors...

Elliot: Cowering from the hatchet and sword. Don't you dare bring that thing any closer to--

Me: Easy boy, I'm not out to castrate you... but you are...a little long. Definitely gotta take some off the end.

Elliott: Clutches crotch You wouldn't even think about it.

Me: Have, did, and will do. I already took one of Laura's O's away, did you see?

Elliott: Sure, make me look inept. The woman's always supposed to have more O's than the man.

Me: It's that or --

Elliott: She had enough O's. What about the vamps?

Me: What about em?

Elliott: Did you um...cut them too?

Me: Not yet. Gotta figure out what's expendable.

Elliott: Okay, now I'm pissed. You cut my oral scene and you haven't even LOOKED at the "big vamp fight" yet?

Me: Yeah, get pissed. Your story's written, unless, of course, you want me to revise the ending?

Elliott: narrows eyes and curses under breath

Me: Thought you saw things my way. Now, go play nice with Laura while I look for those extraneous words. You don't want me to start thinking I used "cock" too many times in this story, do you? holds up cuticle cutters.

Posted by Melani Blazer :: 9:43 AM :: 1 comments

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